Lips curled, nestled
softly around a burning
I ponder emotions
as smoke rings currculate
The silence is palpable here. The dead of night when thoughts are channeled to pin points. Not sure if the word 'currculate' should be 'circulates'?
This moment becomes
before the nightmare
This honed thought, bringing memories locked behind doors meant to keep them safely away from dreams. Alas, not here, bring on the nightmares!
Good work, and one that drips fear in the dark when no one can hear another scream.
I feel that way too many people understand this, because they have their own version of this poem in songs and art and photographs. But it's so beautiful when portrayed those ways that the ones who aren't in these shoes don't understand just how chaotic/painful these moments can be. Anyway, you not only sifted it down to the vary core, you captured the moment so much more than perfectly.
Beautifully penned. I especially like the title you chose.
This is absolutely gorgeous Andrea, I can really relate to it, its been one of those weeks where all is well in the dark of night, till the smoke fades and i have to face the reality of my nightmares. Thank you for this.